DAVID RECEIVED A MESSAGE. HE IS AFRAID SOMEONE KNOWS.
Samuel responded.
Do you recognize the sender?
I closed my eyes briefly, remembering the name displayed on David’s phone.
There had been no contact name, only a number.
I couldn’t identify it.
I typed another message.
JESSICA KNOWS SOMETHING ABOUT ANOTHER WOMAN.
Samuel’s reply came after a pause.
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That may be important. Don’t attempt to confront either of them. We need you alive.
I wanted to laugh at the irony.
I had spent months trying to survive an illness that wasn’t an illness.
Now my attorney was asking me to stay alive long enough to prove that I had been murdered.
The bathroom door opened.
I immediately returned my eyes to the ceiling.
David emerged carrying a small towel.
He examined the medical equipment, checked the monitor, and adjusted my oxygen tube.
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“You’ve been very quiet today,” he said.
